Poetic Devise~
if there were to be an enchantment of inescapable devise
some sort of lyric fuse lit enamour with violet tendrils
metamorphosing into all sorts of atmospheric textures
then my each and every all of my conjectures,
should find themselves at odds to surmise
the ineffable vistas of your eyes,
perhaps it is or only seems
because of my uncertain predispositions
to be that you are an eerie and uncanny flower
of such profound and natural Beauty
that I am left with mortal Poetry
which is but a vain attempt to describe
an ever increasing complexity of simplicity
that does appear or does it not?
to reside within
the phenomenal sheerness
of your human skin,
one wonders and one stumbles over blind
to contemplate in miraculous kind,
for being simply is and yet what is that may not be
a match in kind for seeing blind such peerless beauty,
that I must bind at length in chains opaque
my wild mad heart only for her love's sake,
so that she shall never glimpse the naked hunger in my eyes
if there were to be an enchantment of inescapable devise
some sort of lyric fuse lit enamour with violet tendrils
metamorphosing into all sorts of atmospheric textures~
Poetry by jesse
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Written on 2007-03-12 at 14:39
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